Sunday, December 9, 2012

Atlas

You map out my world
on your shoulders.
From the curls on your neck
to the small of your back,
you carry my world.
Hurled by your hips
into the deepest seas of longing,
I thirst for you.
With the hue of your skin
as my motivation,
I will follow your compass's rose
to the fountain of youth,
and be made
newly yours.

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8 comments:

  1. Hurled by your hips
    into the deepest seas of longing,
    I thirst for you....and following the compass rose to the fountain of youth...ha...nice...and some wonderful innuendo in that...smiles.

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  2. "I thirst for you.
    With the hue of your skin
    as my motivation,
    I will follow your compass's rose"

    Gorgeous writing!!!

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  3. Good interpretation of the prompt.

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  4. I appreciated how you worked the compass rose into your poem...

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  5. This amazing poem could make anyone thurst for more.....a stunning write indeed!!

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  6. Excellent - do so love "Hurled by your hips..."

    Anna :o]

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  7. ..achieving for change/s in inner-self to become, for once, an old-new being for someone... an exploration for innovation/s... great write... smiles...

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